Post by h0ll0wman on Jan 30, 2016 9:35:43 GMT
There was once a time that I had called man an admirable creature.
Much like any other mammal they were quick to evolve. They did not just adapt to their surroundings; but utilized them to the extent that they developed themselves even further. When presented with danger they scurried away like any other animal. But if that danger were to threaten their kin or cherished others then they were almost unpredictable in their sudden displays of valor. The Morning Star may have been overzealous...but he was not entirely unjustified.
I often wondered what sort of shape these mortal things would take in the face of Rapture. For the Black City to claim this world as its own would be of no consequence to me. My predecessor was not the great mind that he had once so casually portrayed. His leniency--his curiosity--and his reckless actions had caused not only imbalance...but total chaos. His fascination with the Winchesters' campaign of carnage had not only cost him his reputation. It had cost him his life.
They say that no one makes a fool out of Death...but the Winchesters had clearly proven that there's a first time for everything.
I was not going to allow such audacious events to unfold under my watch. I was charged with the balance of life and death. I would see that my ambitions to preserve this balance were not just well-known; but greatly feared. For some time I had been malicious. The brazen behavior of the Winchester boys was enough to cause nausea, not to mention my obvious fury. For so long I had protected and abide by my predecessor--and they had done away with him in a moment of whimsical sentiment.
I had known the second that he died. I had once been one of his Grand Reapers. One of his oldest and most loyal of soldiers. When they slaid him with his own Scythe I felt him and I become one. It was not a possession--we were not demons. Yet I was not harboring some subconscious entity either. There was no scholar or text that coudl describe to you where he ended and I began. His memories--experiences--power--were now all synchronized with my own.
As was his vengeful fury.
As I said--his ambitions and my own were not molded. While I empathized with his perspective I would let it cloud my judgment. Instead I would merely issue a warning. A direct and clear warning to Fratello Winchester. I'm the new sheriff in town--
--and this is martial law.
"Serana."
I pulled my gaze from the ashtray that rested on the table in front of me. The cigarillo that rested between my fingers was raised to my lips as I addressed one of my soldiers. She took her seat in front of me at the other side of the table. She was Serana--one of the few veteran-class reapers as I had been--and the only one I trusted with worldly information. Current events, biblical catastrophes, imbalance prevention...these sorts of things I kept from my legion of lesser Reapers.
You see I'd come to learn that there were demons--Yellow-Eyed demons--that were unique from their Hellkin. One such creature named Azazel had managed to possess one of our own. I know not what sort of delightful secrest he divulged from that poor soul nor what purpose he'd used him towards. Hellkin were clever in that way. Always sure to hide their steps; least the older ones. But it had been a clear lesson in humility. Even Death was not entirely invulnerable.
"What news?"
My low tones held a subtle but noticeable hint of Italian in them. The woman across from me spoke in that professional way she always did. "Nothing yet. We're combing North America so it won't be long...but sir, with all due respect, I really think that we have bigger priorities. The Darkness--"
"The Darkness--my dear--has always been. In fact, there was a time that The Darkness was the Only thing to exist. Then there was light. Have you ever watched roaches scatter beneath the fridge when you flick on the kitchen lamp?" I could see the confusion in her face as I spoke so I simply pressed on. "Well it's a very apt form of symbolism. Much like the cockroach--The Darkness never seems to die. Much like the cockroach it's simply trying to find a way to escape all of this dreadful light. But unlike the cockroach...it is much older, much crueler, and more powerful than anything you'll find writhing in the pits of Hell."
The silence that was held between us was accompanied by the people walking up and down the streets of Amsterdam--many of them enjoying in the same herbal pleasure that I was now.
"Not even I know just how to tame that vengeful thing. But I know just who to conscript in helping me find out. I have a few bones to pick in addition to the assistance I require in this matter. So when you find them--come to me. They have been long without perspective; and it is time they were put back in their place. Now...bella mia...leave me."
"Yes, sir."
I did not even have to look back up from my ashtray to know that she was gone. Serana was not like most beings. She had a very clear perspective of emotion, reason, and the line that divided the two. When I reprimanded her she learned from her mistakes and did not lose sight because of pride or grievance. I know that she would get the job done. I was searching the world even now as I sit here and imbibed in my favorite oral fixation. I would find them soon. I would have their indisputable fealty--
--or I would collect the Winchester boys myself.
Much like any other mammal they were quick to evolve. They did not just adapt to their surroundings; but utilized them to the extent that they developed themselves even further. When presented with danger they scurried away like any other animal. But if that danger were to threaten their kin or cherished others then they were almost unpredictable in their sudden displays of valor. The Morning Star may have been overzealous...but he was not entirely unjustified.
I often wondered what sort of shape these mortal things would take in the face of Rapture. For the Black City to claim this world as its own would be of no consequence to me. My predecessor was not the great mind that he had once so casually portrayed. His leniency--his curiosity--and his reckless actions had caused not only imbalance...but total chaos. His fascination with the Winchesters' campaign of carnage had not only cost him his reputation. It had cost him his life.
They say that no one makes a fool out of Death...but the Winchesters had clearly proven that there's a first time for everything.
I was not going to allow such audacious events to unfold under my watch. I was charged with the balance of life and death. I would see that my ambitions to preserve this balance were not just well-known; but greatly feared. For some time I had been malicious. The brazen behavior of the Winchester boys was enough to cause nausea, not to mention my obvious fury. For so long I had protected and abide by my predecessor--and they had done away with him in a moment of whimsical sentiment.
I had known the second that he died. I had once been one of his Grand Reapers. One of his oldest and most loyal of soldiers. When they slaid him with his own Scythe I felt him and I become one. It was not a possession--we were not demons. Yet I was not harboring some subconscious entity either. There was no scholar or text that coudl describe to you where he ended and I began. His memories--experiences--power--were now all synchronized with my own.
As was his vengeful fury.
As I said--his ambitions and my own were not molded. While I empathized with his perspective I would let it cloud my judgment. Instead I would merely issue a warning. A direct and clear warning to Fratello Winchester. I'm the new sheriff in town--
--and this is martial law.
"Serana."
I pulled my gaze from the ashtray that rested on the table in front of me. The cigarillo that rested between my fingers was raised to my lips as I addressed one of my soldiers. She took her seat in front of me at the other side of the table. She was Serana--one of the few veteran-class reapers as I had been--and the only one I trusted with worldly information. Current events, biblical catastrophes, imbalance prevention...these sorts of things I kept from my legion of lesser Reapers.
You see I'd come to learn that there were demons--Yellow-Eyed demons--that were unique from their Hellkin. One such creature named Azazel had managed to possess one of our own. I know not what sort of delightful secrest he divulged from that poor soul nor what purpose he'd used him towards. Hellkin were clever in that way. Always sure to hide their steps; least the older ones. But it had been a clear lesson in humility. Even Death was not entirely invulnerable.
"What news?"
My low tones held a subtle but noticeable hint of Italian in them. The woman across from me spoke in that professional way she always did. "Nothing yet. We're combing North America so it won't be long...but sir, with all due respect, I really think that we have bigger priorities. The Darkness--"
"The Darkness--my dear--has always been. In fact, there was a time that The Darkness was the Only thing to exist. Then there was light. Have you ever watched roaches scatter beneath the fridge when you flick on the kitchen lamp?" I could see the confusion in her face as I spoke so I simply pressed on. "Well it's a very apt form of symbolism. Much like the cockroach--The Darkness never seems to die. Much like the cockroach it's simply trying to find a way to escape all of this dreadful light. But unlike the cockroach...it is much older, much crueler, and more powerful than anything you'll find writhing in the pits of Hell."
The silence that was held between us was accompanied by the people walking up and down the streets of Amsterdam--many of them enjoying in the same herbal pleasure that I was now.
"Not even I know just how to tame that vengeful thing. But I know just who to conscript in helping me find out. I have a few bones to pick in addition to the assistance I require in this matter. So when you find them--come to me. They have been long without perspective; and it is time they were put back in their place. Now...bella mia...leave me."
"Yes, sir."
I did not even have to look back up from my ashtray to know that she was gone. Serana was not like most beings. She had a very clear perspective of emotion, reason, and the line that divided the two. When I reprimanded her she learned from her mistakes and did not lose sight because of pride or grievance. I know that she would get the job done. I was searching the world even now as I sit here and imbibed in my favorite oral fixation. I would find them soon. I would have their indisputable fealty--
--or I would collect the Winchester boys myself.